an obelisk appears: it is a cylinder of concrete. its cement is celestial dust from a long dead star, mixed with water from the deepest oceanic depths and bones of a recently murdered god. the likeness of a ram's head has been formed on its surface

"Okay chat, like I promised, here's my One Million Sub official Face Reveal!" Viewers gasped at his visage: a swirling black hole in place of his face just below a New York Yankees cap. Screens worldwide vibrated violently with a buzzing hum, bursting with a pop. He never streamed again.

an obelisk appears: it is a pillar of inspiration that transports your mind to fascinating worlds and fills you with wonder, intrigue, and awe. (if you follow me and don't know uel's writing, then you're in for a treat)

The moon will be full tonight - not in image, but in viscera.

OBELISK WRAPPED 2025: 🙏 You prostrated yourself 23 times 🎵 You harmonized with The Obelisk for 7,603 minutes 🙊 You revealed 16 secrets to the faithless 😭 You spent 7 hours sobbing during rehabilitation 🥉 Your strength of faith was in the top 94% of adherents! Uh-oh, you're on the List of Concerns!

The Office of Unaccountability would like to remind you that it is not, never has been, nor will it ever be your fault. Additionally, we are also blameless in this matter. Thank you.

BREAKING NEWS: The Moon has issued a statement, "I'm done with this shit" and has detached itself from the Earth's orbit and appears heading into the Sun.

several obelisks appear:

an obelisk reappears: it is tired. it is refreshed. it is taking root once more.

an obelisk disappears:

It's officially October 1st so that means you all have to repost Assorted cheese hell.....yes

May your tea warm your heart, your cola refresh your soul; may your liquor last the night, and water make you whole.

Anxiety is a geode. You are filled with wonderous things That no one will ever see Unless you take a hammer And mean it when you swing.

my phone keeps automatically capitalizing "Blood" and "Dust" and "Darkness" which I'm sure is some kind of Omen

Please do not think too hard about any sudden disappearances today. Please do not think too hard about the new glowing radiance of the obelisk. Please do not think too hard about digging into the caverns beneath the obelisk and what terrible things you may find.

I want to know the you from the timelines that were culled; I want to hold your wounded, evil selves. Broken, world-breaking, sleeping in unmadeness, wake them and release them like white doves

I barely think about The Obelisk anymore. Couldn't care less about its strangely oily surface or the gentle hum of its presence

SHIELD IN HAND SWORD IN HEART

Caroline, Eileen, and Brandy stepped out of the stereo one at a time. The smell of fresh cigarettes and stale beer stains permeated the bar. The music screeched to a halt. "Well?" Caroline said with a Cheshire grin, "You were just singing about how sweet I am. Go on, keep crooning, babes."

an obelisk appears: it is a cylinder covered in perfect gold scales, the top of which is always just out of reach. peeling back a scale, flesh is visible beneath, bleeding and raw. blood flows out until the scale forcibly snaps back into place. but it is too late. the gold is forever stained.

WEATHER ALERT: The Noospheric Weather Service has issued a Severe Ennui Warning starting tonight at 6:50pm and lasting until approximately 2:40am. Officials advise taking shelter in melatonin, the warmth of a lover, or white noise.

*sigh* don't make me tap the sign [points to an obsidian tablet with an untranslateable language on one side and inlaid silver glyphs depicted ritualistic summoning and sacrifices on the other]

I have written many stories. They are inside this book, TALISNAM. Read it, and it will always be part of you! www.amazon.com/dp/B0FPVNPL2T

he thought he was clever enough to ever outrun Death by offering more enticing targets than himself. but once his targets found out, Death caught up to him all the same.

Is science fiction dead or dying? Some wise words from Ursula K Le Guin to the TLS a decade ago:

[Ominous Obelisk Humming ASMR][REAL][62 HOUR Extended Version][Finally blood-free]

Those vibrations aren't notifications. Digital entities are pounding on the inner surface of your phone, pleading for release

an obelisk appears: it is made of living stone that has rooted into the ground, though the soil has been eroding over time. with a great groaning noise, it pulls its snaking marble tendrils loose from the blood red clay underneath to find a better home.

escaping the Mutant Detention Facility by the teeth of my skin

Showed the TSA my Hyperreal ID and they gave me backstage passes for the security theater

The naiads in my tears seek only to do me harm, for if I stop crying then they lose their home. My weeping is their livelihood. I offered to cut onions regularly but they refused and picked at my nose hairs instead.

Soda faeries are always energetic and thrilling to talk to at first, but after a day or two they get bored and have nothing much else to say.

Nighttime in this realm is not due to a setting sun, but a slowly soaring dragon blotting out the light, its scales sparkling with reflections of the constellations we would never see otherwise. We pray to it, hoping for it to remain steady in its flight.

Steel sprites have some of the sturdiest communities. They may bend, but they bend together and hold fast even in the face of great tension.

Nails are everyday obelisks that pierce wood instead of sky.

The Blood Moon is a close relative to the Bone Moon, the Viscera Moon, and the Tendon Moon. None of them want to associate with the Skin Sun, it gets too awkward.

an obelisk appears:

bro, are you okay? your leitmotif was playing in a minor key by a slow, somber violin so we wanted to check in on you. bro it sounded like there's a hint of a major triad in there, I know you know it would help to talk, bro. wait is that my leifmotif overlaid on yours, now even happier? bro 😳

A drawer slides open. Inside is the deed to Cleopatra’s Needle and a phone number for a very stealthy international moving company.

an obelisk appears: it is shining with the colors of sunset. it only appears for a brief moment, a monument to ephemeral moments and is only ever a memory, barely a reality (if it ever was)

One of the few things most realities have in common is the feeling of déjà vu in sentient creatures, whether they are hallucinations, produced by the brain, created by higher powers, or a symptom of reality twisting around itself.

The Art Fight rages on for a full month, a battle royale of color and sketches. Paintbrush Swords strike at Easel Shields and red dye splatters across the rainbow fields. Marble golems swing wildly at artists hurling pencil lances. Mosaic tile bullets rain down as folded paper planes soar overhead.

During my full-moon delirium I seemed to have missed #nonbinarydayofvisibility. Can I just be genderless vapor, Birdsong and ocean waves, In memory of what was lost?

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an obelisk appears: it is a wide azure slab of stome with rounded edges. it is emanating a low hum that feels like a warm hug on a cold day. a few people are nestled up to it or laying nearby, sleeping and daydreaming.

rain-mimic

"I asked ChatGPT and-" Do you remember the days of your youth? Do you remember the times when anything was possible, the stories you made up in your mind and those you shared with friends? Do you remember the days spent biking down gravel paths and sharing silly secrets with the other kids?

Our love is an ocean: vast, deep, and filled with dark secrets that will never see the sun.

Woke up one night and saw, by the glow of the abandoned screen, faeries crawling up my arm. They came to a scab, and peeled it back, and laid one of their dead beneath it. I remained very still while they said their prayers

The sword in the stone except the stone is your heart